Stuck in the library, trying to do science homework, and sort of failing.
You feel the tug of sleep. You have an hour left in class. You cannot sleep. Should not sleep. Will not sleep.
You try to listen to music, but even The Struts sound like they’re trying to sing you a loud lullaby in the back of your mind.
The librarian is talking about rotisserie chicken. You want some… chicken…
AH, NOPE, STAY AWAKE.
You close your eyes for just a second. Just.. a second.
Now she’s complaining about how salty lunch meat is. You don’t agree.
Your head flops backward and comes back just as quickly. You will not sleep. Only 45 minutes left in class.
YOU CAN DO IT.
You wiggle your feet, because you kind of forget they were there. Close your eyes for just a few more seconds.
Lunch meat. Such an inconsequential… subject… to talk… about.
A girl is talking about which boy is most likely a serial killer.
Oh. It…was nice…knowing you.
From serial killers to college to congratulations.
The sleep is wearing off. But a nap would still be nice. You still have science homework to do.
Oh, she’s talking about getting shot now. And dropping out of school. And bye.
So sleepy. But less so.
Ugh. All you want to do is SLEEP FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LET YOU SLEEP.